"Whether the world belongs to the creator God or not, we don't know."

"That's something that only a great being can worry about, but I can talk about the second half of that guy's sentence."

Kiris looked confused, longing for Erlang's reply.

Erlang took it by the hand and led it to the head of the coolie leader, where the entire convoy could be seen.

"It says that civilization should be grateful to it, but what do you think civilization is made of?"

As she looked, a huge convoy meandered through the snow, and the guards were boisterous, laughing and shouting at each other, sitting on coolies.

"Clansmen, creatures." Qilisi frowned, uncertain.

"Yes!" Erlang nodded in affirmation of Kiris's reply, "Our civilization's splendid culture, splendid knowledge, and etiquette were all created by our people."

"Everything is because we are there, and everything else will be created accordingly and become a civilization."

"So Qilisi, who do you think we, as the main body of civilization, should be thankful?"

Erlang looked down at Kiris and squeezed her hand slightly, it could feel the power in her body passing.

The power of the saints is essentially to borrow the power of the spring envoys to walk in the world.

Once you have doubts about the source of your power, the Spring Envoy, your power will be intermittent until finally, you will become an ordinary being.

Therefore, it is necessary to enlighten Kiris, even if it is only a very ordinary answer that all living beings understand.

Qi Lisi's eyes were misty, and she whispered, "Holy Emperor, thank you, Holy Emperor."

Is this the pillar of the hearts of the saints?

Erlang was silent in his heart, the patriarch has done a lot of things, and he has robbed the Lord of the Faith with the Spring Envoy.

"What about the Holy Emperor? The Holy Emperor is also part of our civilization, will the Holy Emperor be grateful to other beings, or great beings?"

Erlang continued to ask, causing Kiris's body to be slightly excited, "No! Holy Emperor, it is the strongest."

Erlang reassured and nodded, "So, back to the original question, will civilization be grateful to that incompletely developed flower?"

"No!"

"Who will civilization thank then? I? Or are you? Or is it this world, or is it the creator god in the mouth of the flower?"

Erlang's voice was slight, and the Kiris in his arms became more and more excited at first, but finally, as it soothed, it slowly calmed down, and gradually fell asleep and rested.

It hugged Qilis's body and returned to its room to let it sleep well.

It's over, and tomorrow will be a new beginning.

After exiting Kiris's room, the stone demon appeared silently beside Erron.

Suddenly, in the midst of a lively convoy in this snowstorm land, Erlang asked the stone demon out of curiosity, "Shi San, do you say that the world belongs to the creator god?"

"And who should civilization be thankful for?"

Erlang asked, but the stone demon only glanced at Erlang, gave him a caring look, and continued to guard beside it with a blank face.

You ask me? Is there something wrong with your brain?

"......" Erlang was embarrassed, scratched his head and went to inspect the convoy, and then there were not many resources in the convoy, so there could be no accidents.

These are life-saving resources for the remaining weak people.

……

Half a year later, the last batch of resources was handed over to the hands of the last weak clan, and Erlang was also relieved, feeling that he had been relieved of his burden.

"It's finally over."

After leaving the last of the underdogs, Erlang was relaxed, lying on the coolie's back with a relaxed smile.

"By the way, Kiris, has anything happened in the clan these days?"

Ever since half a year ago, when those strong clan guards went to catch the forest demons, it had heard that some strange things had happened in each of the strong clans' clans.

In particular, the Zero Clan seems to be targeted by the Wood Demon, and almost every once in a while, there will be rumors of something happening to the Zero Clan.

Moreover, the speed of evolution of the forest demon is very fast, and the blood-colored figure seen that time is only in its initial form.

But now, there is already a blood-colored figure in its complete form, sneaking up on the major powerhouses and fleeing with a strange smile.

The strength of each blood-colored figure is at least comparable to the top combat power of each race, and the control of flesh and blood is extremely strong.

By now, the Juli Clan had been turned into a roar of rage, calling on the entire Mighty Alliance to raze the Forest Demon to the ground.

Qilisi shook her head, there was nothing special in the clan.

There is a spring envoy, and those forest demons who dare to go to the Jianmu God Tree are looking for death, even if the blood-colored figure has the top combat strength comparable to the strong clan, it will not work.

Hearing that there was no news from the clan, Erlang was quite relaxed.

If there is no abnormality, it is the best news, with the patriarch here, the clan is as solid as an iron bucket, and it will be fine.

The snowflakes drifted slowly, and when they went, it took almost a year.

But on the way back, it only took three months to return to the clan land.

This is not only due to the factor of traveling lightly, but also because the wind and snow are receding more and more, and the climate is beginning to warm up, making the road better.

The coolie leader howls outside, bidding farewell to Elron.

After completing this large long-distance transport, they will return to their home land and have a good rest and play for a while.

Jianmu City, the new clan of the Lingweing Clan.

Erlang was in a good mood and was about to report to the patriarch, when he saw and heard along the way, the elder of the two clans suddenly walked over with a solemn face on his soldiers.

Syllable!

"Please take the position of the young patriarch!"

Erlang was stunned, and he stretched out his hand to protect the body of the second clan elder, "Second clan elder, you can't make this joke, I will go to see the patriarch later."

The elder of the two clans raised his head sadly, tears streaming down his face, "Young patriarch, patriarch it, patriarch it, escape!"

Escaped?!

Erlang held the hand of the elder of the second clan stiffened, and the thoughts in his heart flashed a lot in an instant, and his eyes became dim, "The elder of the second clan, you get up first and tell me what happened."

"Yes, Patriarch." The old man of the two clans should have trembled, and Erlang was not in the mood to correct the language in the mouth of the old man of the two clans.

Rewind to seven days ago.

In the underground research room, the leader of the Weeping Clan looked indifferently at a glass jar in front of him.

Inside was a blood-colored figure, firmly stuck in the tube, with a glazed gaze, like a shell.

"Holy Emperor, you can try." The Thirteenth Saint said respectfully, and then slowly stepped back, leaving the space here for the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan.

The room was empty, and the leader of the Weeping Clan reached out and touched the front of the glass tube.

"External forces are external forces after all, and only when they have strong strength can the race always be strong and progressive."

"My son, during this time, the clan will be handed over to you."